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[The video flicks on to Tony's tired face, though he actually looks pretty good, considering that he's still mildly sick. He grins at the camera, though, the pleased look of someone who's managed something.]

Hey, so. For anyone still caught with this plague thing, I've got a...well, not a fix. A work around, maybe. A focused EMP seems to deactivate the nanities long enough for some of the symptoms to fade, at least for a little while. It doesn't get rid of the things entirely, but it should give you a nice break from feeling like shit.

I'd like to thank my lovely assistants for working with me on this.

[The camera pans across the workroom to focus on the couch, and the two bodies sprawled on it. The eagle-eyed might recognize one (or both) of them as Bucky Barnes, but the way they're both just kind of slumped in a heap makes it kind of hard to tell. It's not that large a couch.

One of them twitches slightly, and there's a snort as Tony turns the camera back on himself.]

That's it for now. I'm still working on a more permanent solution, but magic is really not my thing. Someone else wants to have a crack at that part, be my guest.

[A sudden crash comes from what seems like the vicinity of that couch, and Tony gives the screen a sardonic look before the feed cuts.]

cassassin

[Cass is in the common living room on Floor 6 when she records this. She's wearing a purple hoodie that's a size or two too large for her, and she holds up her phone, thinking.]

So, um--hi. [A little wave at her phone's camera, and it's definitely kind of uncertain and awkward.] I'm Cassandra. Tim, Jason, and Damian's... sister, if you know them. Got here a few weeks ago. I was... wondering, if any of you knew anything about... neurology? Brain structure. Um, language centers, especially. Maybe... different ways to teach? I had a scan done--back home. About a month before I... got here. I'm not... wired right, I guess. Or just... different? It's...

[She cuts herself off with a frustrated sigh, closing her eyes for a second. The words aren't lining up right. Scrubbing a hand back through her hair before she continues, moving onto another point. Forget where she had been trying to go with that before, doesn't matter now.]

So. I need to, uh, learn to read. Normal ways don't work.

[She pauses, thinking, before changing gears.]

And, um, Steph and I are... joining the Guard. So if anyone wants to train, or spar... uh, let me know? I'm a good teacher. Learned from... all of the best.

[Yeah uh. She guesses that's it? Video over.]

foxtrots

flowers are pretty but i always notice the way that they smell more than anything. i've heard that some people have this thing called allergies that makes them less enjoyable. maybe i wouldn't like them much then either, because your nose gets all stuff and food doesn't have much taste if you can't smell it.

other things that i like the smell of: grilled meat. even if it's not spiced, it still smells good. fresh cut herbs, because it brings back good memories. coffee, even if i don't think i'll ever like the taste of it. snow - someone once told me that snow doesn't really smell like anything but it does. oh, and babies. babies always smell good, except when they need a diaper change.

what's your favorite smell? is it something just from home or have you found it here too? or maybe there's one that you don't like. those scented candles never really smell like what they say on the jar to me.

and skunks really stink, but i think most people would agree on that.

whatarethose

[Shuri is sitting on her assigned bed when she flicks on the device she'd been given. She doesn't mind sharing a room with other people but it's a first for her and she's adjusting to the change. It's a lot louder here than the palace of Wakanda and she currently has no lab to retreat to.]

This looks like it'll be my home for awhile so I thought it best to give a general hello. My name is Shuri.

[She really isn't interested in the festival that's going on but she has a few questions that can only be answered by those who have been here for awhile.] I have a few questions.

First I'd like to talk to those who work in technical fields. I'm the head of the R&D division in Wakanda and I'd like to do something similar here. [It's the best way for her to help out and no matter where Shuri is, she wants to help those around her.] I was told when I arrived that there are many labs here but I'd like to hear from you, which is the best.

I'm also looking for the Avengers. If any are listening, I believe you know my brother T'Challa, King of Wakanda. [She hasn't met many of the Avengers but she assumes that some of them are here since people are being swept away to a moon via a portal.]

Thank you for your time.

backwaterbelle

[The video starts with her bare hand pulling away from the lens to reveal a woman in her young thirties sitting cross-legged on the edge of a high-rise building's roof. She's replacing her glove out of habit, and is otherwise covered from neck to toe. The stark white patch gives her identity away to anyone who may be from either her universe, or a similar one. At least, that's her hope.

She had debated whether to do this post via text or audio, but she's learned that hiding behind anonymity when trying to reach out to distrustful and likely persecuted people didn't tend to go over well. And this mutant Avenger wants this to go over well.

Clearing her throat, Rogue places her hands on either knee. Time to talk to the people and hopefully do right by Charles.]

Some of y'all might know me from home, or a similar alternate universe that's got the Avengers and people with strange and amazing powers. [She reaches up to tap her hair in an almost salute.] For those who don't, ah'm Rogue and back home ah'm known as the leader of the Avengers Unity Squad, a group of hero-types made up of humans, inhumans, and mutants put together by very one star spangled individual.

[The PR Squad trying to show the world that all the folks with superpowers could make nice and get along. Nevermind that Cap disbanded it for not coloring between the lines.

Without seemingly any effort, Rogue levitates above her concrete perch.]

That bein' said, before ah became an Avenger ah was part of the X-Men. [So mutant.] Back home we run a boarding school, helpin' those with powers learn how to control them and use them for good movin' forward. It a sanctuary, and ah'd like to organize somethin' like that here.

[Pushing her hair out of her face, she quieted a moment as though considering something else.
In the end, she chooses to simply smile and leave the threats for when she actually maybe has students to protect.]

Now don't feel you got to answer with video, or publicly. Ah get havin' a secret identity and truth be told ah might already know you back home without knowin' you here. [She shrugs. Tough cookies y'all.] It'll be weird, but in our line of work, weird is the baseline. Regardless, ah ain't gonna spill the beans, but feel free to take any non-aggressive preventative measures you want when contacting me.

[Or take aggressive measures. She doesn't appear worried about that option as she cuts the feed.]

[OOC | Apologies for the length of the post, but TL;DR Rogue is reaching out to Avengers, mutants/X-Men, and anyone with powers either wanting to help or wanting help. This is not just limited to mutants, but she is definitely looking for other mutants. Please reach out to me OOCly

Schistto discuss any aggressive measures your character might take because I am definitely open to playing them out.]

floatier

[ Roxy hasn't been here long, but she's been busy. Almost since the moment she got here she's been looking up anything she could find about her people, the Jinn, or anything even close to them. There are some interesting leads, and her favorite by far is the funny pattern in the stories of wishes always seeming to come in threes.

Why three? Why not two or four? She could grant twenty if she wanted, or none if she didn't like them. It being so arbitrary is kind of cute, though. So she decides to go with it. ]

If you could have three wishes right now, what would they be?

[ This sits as-is on the network for a few minutes before an addendum is tacked on: ]

They have to be small things!

wingedman

Hey, everyone. I'm Sam, and some of you might have seen me around the Perimeter Guard facilities. I happened to notice that there's a lot of fellow veterans here, and I was thinking that some of you might be interested in an organized time to just get together and hang out. For those of you who know what my day job is, I promise this isn't connected, and I'm not trying to get you into any support group - although you're always welcome at group sessions if you work for the Guard.

This is just a chance to get together and drink a beer or two, or the beverage of your choice, with people who've been through the same kind of thing you have. If you're from Earth, think of it as a VFW kinda thing. If you aren't from modern-day Earth, then it's just an opportunity for soldiers of all sorts to get together and shoot the shit. It'll be at a bar, so, you know, you can play pool or watch the game or whatever you wanna do. And if you wanna trash-talk different branches of the service, then I'm sure there'll be some of that going on, too. Just keep in mind that at the end of the day, we all got more in common than not, whether you're Army, Marines, or someone who flies in space. You're all welcome to come.

Next Thursday, 7 pm, the Riverview Bar and Grill. You got any more questions, feel free to ask.

[ooc: I'll be posting a mingle log for this next week! If your character was a soldier or member of any kind of military back home, you're welcome to come and hang out. :> ]

livingsymbol

[He's out of practice. Steve is quiet for a second as he starts the transmission, bracing himself.]

My name is Steve Rogers. In my world, I'm also known as Captain America. Some of you might know me, but that's not what I want to talk about.

[Well, not about his work specifically. He does wants to talk about work.]

We're all here for different reasons and I'm not going to pry into anyone's business, but I think there are some of us who are used to defending people in our home worlds and if you are, I'd like to work with you. If you're from a world like mine, then this city is quieter than others. But that doesn't mean we don't need to look out for it. The wildlife and technical problems still need attention. I know I'm asking you for more time on top of the work we're already doing with the Perimeter Guard and official positions, but I'd like to make that extra effort. A lot of you are probably better suited to organizing this than I am. If you have projects going, I want to join you. I want us to share those ideas and work together to help the city.

[His posture gets subtly more stern, with his chin raising and his shoulders straight. This part may not just be a general appeal for teamwork.]

It's easy to overlook some problems when most of the big issues are under control. We get by well enough. It's a nice place. I'm not going to let anything put this place in danger. I'm going to be on guard, to make sure nothing gets out of hand. I'm sure this doesn't apply to everyone, but if you're interested in a little community service, maybe we can do that together. Thanks for listening.

otherflash

[ After a few hours of failing to fall asleep, Wally gets bored and decides to address the network at some point in the middle of the night. He can get oddly reflective when he's tired. ]

For curiosity's sake, what is everyone's thoughts on time travel? I suppose it's even possible some people here might have experience with it given we come from so many different worlds.

[ He stops to release a loud yawn, before continuing on. ]

I mean, if you knew something in your past was wrong, would you go back to change it and just deal with whatever the consequences are if you could do it? What if someone told you that by going back to save their son it would save thousands of lives?

[ If one was to get the feeling he has found himself in such situations in the past, then they would be correct. ]

Or, would you simply accept things for how they are and move forward no matter how hard that might be?

alchemyfreak

The way things work here, people are supposed to leave by choice. Has anyone been contacted by a friend, before they left? I’ve heard some theories that when we leave we don’t get a chance to say goodbye, once the portal points the right way either you go or you miss it.

A few of us have talked about leaving a message in advance, so if the opportunity comes and we have to take it without warning people here have something left behind. Some people used to do that where I was before… has anyone here done anything like that? It seems worth it.

Even if we don’t want to leave, I’m not entirely convinced everyone that’s gone left here by choice.

[A pause. There’s no emotion when he speaks, if anything there’s a distinct lack of emotion, expression carefully neutral with the last part.]

Yuffie’s gone. For anyone that knew her and isn’t aware yet.

buildsomething

[Tony's in his workroom, look surprised. His expression is deadpan, but there's something almost pleased underneath it. An almost imperceptible loosening of the tension that's always there in the set of his shoulders.]

So I know we're all well aware that this place is weird as hell, but does stuff just like. Turn up sometimes? Your stuff, I mean. From home.

[As he's talking, a metal arm pops into view behind him. The claw at the front of the arm clicks together once, then starts slowly creeping forward like it's trying to peer at the camera over Tony's shoulder. It's about the least subtle thing imaginable, considering the robot's sheer size, but Tony seems to be quite comfortably ignoring it.

At least until the claw nearly knocks right into the camera and Tony has to move it out of the way like he's holding it out of the range of a toddler. The robot arm is still taking up most of the image now, though. When Tony's voice comes again, it's more than a little resigned.]

'Cause this definitely mine. Unfortunately.

bespredel

[ Did Yuri literally go out and buy a burner phone just so he could make this post under the guise of anonymity? Yes, yes he did. Is he also a painfully predictable sixteen year old who thinks he's more clever about aforementioned anonymity than he actually is? Most definitely. Pretty much anyone who knows Yuri even slightly is going to see the hell through that username- but fuck it, right? This is a god damn important question. And since he and Otabek haven't really. Officially announced things ~~to anyone who isn't considered family, anyway~~ well, this seems like his best bet to get advice without you know... lighting up their relationship to all of Riverview. Not that Yuri doesn't want to do that, eventually- but they're still in their fledgling stages. He's just not quite ready yet. ]

So I just started dating someone recently and like. They're really cool, and great, and have been way too nice to me in the presents department- so I want to pay them back, you know? Spoil them too. Problem is- they're really hard to shop for. Like. They're so cool but also minimalist and it's fucking hard, okay. I keep feeling like all of my ideas are okay, but not good enough for someone as great as he is. And I want to do something that's like- the best. The absolute best. Money isn't really a concern but, being reasonable is better than not. I don't think he'd appreciate the stupid champagne and diamonds treatment... that's so lame... diamonds aren't even rare. Also, it's probably way too soon for diamonds. I don't want to scare him off-

[ This is about the point where Yuri realizes he's rambling, and that he's getting off track because he's so fucking nervous. ]

I've never been in a relationship before. And I want to make it as good for him as he does for me.

tl;dr gift suggestions for the coolest guy on the planet who also seems to have everything he wants needed, assholes with basic bitch suggestions not welcome, or wanted.

bespredel

[ The video starts in the low light of a mostly dark room. There’s a bit of sunlight coming in through a nearby window, but the blinds are closed to give the room a soft, muffled quiet atmosphere. Yuri’s face swings into focus, and he smiles at the camera in his own hand knowingly, pressing a finger to his lips in a ‘shhh’ gesture, before turning the camera back towards a very soft and comfy looking pile of bedding- on it, Otabek’s cat Tazaghul. And around her, a mass of soft, tiny, wriggling mewling newborn kittens. ]

Taza went into labour early this morning, it’s been several hours. But mama’s finally all done. She did so good, you guys. [ Yuri’s voice is hushed, adoring. The focus of the camera remains on the kittens, the mom- but Yuri’s free hand reaches into frame, and softly he rubs his fingers between Taza’s ears, who lifts her head. Meows at him softly as her paws kneed against the bedding she and her babies are resting on. ] Six teeny tiny little babies! She’s got them all cleaned up now, such a good mom. [ Yuri coos, voice fond. ] So, everyone welcome them to the world! They’re so cute I could die, aren’t they, Otabek?

[ The camera swings again, to fix upon Otabek, nearby. ]

They’re so small.

[His tone is as quiet as Yuri’s, but the way he says it is so factual. His expression is curious and almost like he has never seen a kitten this size before. He clearly wasn’t knowing what to expect here, and he reaches, gently placing two fingers on one of Taza’s cheeks, gently petting her. She meows quietly, eyes shifting closed and almost burying into the bedding. Otabek’s own attention shifts, lifting to Yuri. There’s a brief glimpse of adoration, but it quickly disappears. ] Mama looks tired, doesn’t she?

Yeah, she does. But she did just bring six little lives into the world. I can’t really blame her. [ Yuri brings the camera back to Taza, where Otabek’s petting her now, as she buries her head into the blanket, closes her eyes as her kittens start to nurse. ] Happy birthday, babies! [ He whispered it, glowing in his tone as his thumb shifts into frame, giving a thumbs up. ]

Oh - it’s...the fifteenth, isn’t it? [ There’s a pause, and Otabek moves his hand away from the cat. He just looks at Yuri for a moment. Quiet, seeming to ponder something. He’s digging through his memories for something that he definitely has buried in there. He seems to realize, since his eyes light up, although his expression doesn’t change. ] It’s Leroy’s birthday, too.

[ The camera jumps, Yuri screeches out- ] WHAT?!? [ And then, the video ends. ]

amelioraate

[ when the feed clicks on, it looks as if Tony hasn't seen his actual skin in about thirty six hours (or a bed for that long, at that, but what else is new?). there is grease smeared more of less everywhere and his hair looks like it was styled using a fork and an electrical sock, but he is grinning and looks very pleased with life as he addresses the network.]

So, since the incident that happened a few months ago involving monsters and other bullshit, I have been trying to put together a defense system for the Quarantine that would act as a primary system to both alerting us about any predators that might get too close, as well as perhaps even as a system that can be used to stun said things for easier removal deeper into the forest. [ look, Loki, he is thinking this time.]

I have come up with a prototype, [ he moves slightly to gesture over his shoulder and, if you are looking close enough you might see a turret shape amidst all the chaos in his workshop, wearing a ridiculous red, blue, and white crown but whatever ] named it Cake so far, but-- well I know that I am not the only engineer here and I think that help would be greatly appreciated.

[ sure he is sure enough that he knows this will work, but it has taken him the better part of two months to get Cake here to the point where he was confident in its build and coding. and the Quarantine will need more than one for this to work.]

Basically, what I am asking for is anyone with any background in coding, or mechanical engineering to help out in the construction and streamlining of these defensive turrets; I have coding done, but more eyes the better. I have also managed to test it out a few time with the help of some friends, but-- I know you can never be too careful.

[ is he a little rueful there? maybe.]

Anyone that might be able to help, I would be very grateful. Swing by the perimeter defense office if you can to let me know.

[ he moves as if to turn the feed off before:]

Oh, and happy birthday Steve.

[ then, with a wink, the feed is shut off]

inebriety

[Did your non-American character think that because they weren't even on Earth they could get away from the obnoxious 4th of July posts? Think again!]
( This is just obnoxious 4th of July spam )

worldsaway

[When the feed flicks on, Thor's face engulfs it before he notes to move it back a little more. He's alright with technology, but not great.]

Hello. [He says, and he needs to pause because he feels like he's talking to himself.]

In amongst recent.. events, I thought it might be of some use to offer training in strength and combat. We are well protected, to be sure, but a new start in life can be enriched with new skills. If you are interested in learning, I can make myself available.

And on that note- [The camera shifts as he stands, and he swivels it to pan over a sad, indoor collection of potted plants. All in varying states of death. It's a horror movie for plant-based life forms.]

In the interest of learning new skills, I have begun to garden. I am aware it has not gone to plan. [He swivels the camera back to himself, unimpressed.]

I need a hardy plant, one that can withstand my novice abilities. I've no care for something pretty, I just want it to live. [The saddest request he's ever made, he's sure.]

If you have experience in this area, I'd be interested to know why my plants have made a murderer of me. I can provide coffee for your services.

[[ooc: Here is the log to accompany this post.]]

metalmenace

[There's a man looking down and writing something for a brief moment, appearing as if he hasn't noticed that he's being recorded, but when he speaks, it's obviously to a broader audience than what would be around him in person.]

I was in the middle of testing a hypothesis before I arrived here, which is unfortunate because now I'll have to look for someone that'd be interested in assisting me. Someone capable of fighting, preferably, since my hypothesis involves the use of kinetic force on a person.

[He finally looks up and at where the camera is.]

My name is Victor and I would appreciate if anyone who is interested in helping me would respond to this.

otherflash

[ Those viewing the network will be greeted with the sight of a young man with red hair and green eyes wearing a tight-lipped smile on his face. He's really trying to keep it together. He's been taken away from his family and friends again. ]

I'm starting to think I'm the punchline to the worst joke in the universe. Though I have to admit this place is a step up from where I spent my last involuntary vacation.

[ Of course his last vacation consisted of him being stuck in the Speed Force for years with only his own thoughts to keep him company. ]

Since it appears I'm not going anywhere for the foreseeable future, I figured I should introduce myself. My name is Wally. [ Have a wave, people. ] I'm from Earth. Well, an Earth. I would tell you people some more about me, but I'm a pretty boring guy these days.

[ That's not exactly true. But, the purpose behind him addressing the network is to gather any information he can rather than revealing it. ]

So, what's the deal here? I know what the welcoming committee had to say, but you know how they have a habit of making things sound more grandeur than things are. [ Rather, he isn't sure just how truthful they were being. ] There was a lot of weird stuff going on back home and I just want to make sure this isn't connected somehow.

[ He sighs, running a hand through his hair. What is his life. ]

Whatever information I could get would be appreciated. [ He flashes a much more genuine smile. ] Heck, I'd settle for just knowing where the best place to get a drink is.

couldkillthedevil

Besides all this mumbo-jumbo about portals and the fact I've obviously lost my mind and am lying strapped to a hospital bed somewhere, I've got a few things I'd like to clear up—

[The blonde woman frowns deeply at the screen, brows drawn tightly together in displeasure.]

—namely, it's been told to me that we can't leave this place until they've scrounged up enough 'resources' to send us back, which seems oddly convenient. Does anyone know if there's been success with that yet? Has anyone been sent back home, or is that some nebulous 'someday' thing they're telling us? Second of all...

[Her hand comes up to gently cup a small gold locket hanging around her neck; a gift from the city to her, it seemed. Her mouth works for a moment, trying to find the words.]

Trixie, baby, if you can hear me, mommy's here and going to find you. I promise. Just sit tight, monkey.

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